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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:49:19 GMT
Frederikstad, New Guinea May 4, 2015
"The invaders will make landfall in one hour" said De Bie. "Is my plane ready?"
"It's fully fueled and on the runway" said the Indonesian envoy. "Your family is already on board."
De Bie exited the building and walked towards the runway. Soldiers lined up on both sides as he made his way to the private jet provided to him by the Indonesians. Just before entering the cabin, De Bie stopped on the air-stair door and turned to address the soldiers.
"Gentlemen" he started "As much as I would like to fight alongside you, the Indonesians say it would be more sensible if I evacuated. I shall leave command of our forces on New Guinea in the capable hands of my subordinate, General Cornelius Groot."
"I know many of you are scared right now. Right now, the Republic of Australia is facing its biggest crisis since independence. But take heart! Just as you threw off the chains of Imperial Papist tyranny four decades ago, so you can resist the chains of these new conquerors. You are already well acquainted with these villains and their flagrant disregard for the integrity of our race. They hold the delusion that the Malay Muslim or Chinese Buddhist is somehow the equal of the White Protestant. They capture our sons and leave them at the mercy of Aborigine brutes. Already, these vile conquerors hold Nieuw-Caledonië in their unmerciful grasp. It is your moral duty to fight back this repulsive foe."
"And then, when the would-be conquerors lie crushed beneath our feet, we shall take back the Fatherland and wipe it clean of every last trace of those thieves!"
De Bie's soldiers all began cheering and pumping their fists. "God be with you gentlemen" he said. "I shall depart now." With that, De Bie stepped into the cabin as the air-stair door closed. The jet taxied onto the runway and began its takeoff run. The soldiers saluted as the plane lifted off the tarmac and climbed into the afternoon sky.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:49:55 GMT
45,000 feet over the Arafura Sea May 4, 2015
Aircraftman John McClusky scanned the sky ahead for his target. He and the rest of his flight had been sent to intercept and destroy a special target.
"There it is" said Leading Aircraftman Joshua Bush. "That's President De Bie's jet."
Sure enough, De Bie's jet came into view, escorted by two fighter jets. The fighter escort attempted to engage the RAAF jets, but were swatted aside. McClusky downed one with his cannon, while another was taken down with a missile
"He's all yours" said Squadron Leader George Harnell. "With pleasure" replied McClusky as he fired a missile at De Bie's jet. The missile exploded just above the plane's fuselage just forward of the wings. Instantly, De Bie's jet broke in half and fell to Earth, disappearing beneath the clouds.
"Look's like somebody's getting free beer and pizza back at the base" said Harnell.
"Don't worry" replied McClusky "I'll be sure to share a slice."
Nieuw Breda, Indonesia
Wilders was watching a movie on his televisor when he heard somebody break down the back door. Instinctively, he ducked down at the foot of his couch.
Wilders could hear voices and footsteps. As they got closer, he drew a pistol from his pocket and popped out from behind the couch.
Two men in black suits were approaching, guns in hand. Wilders fired five shots. Two hit the man on the left in the chest and throat, causing him to fall over dead. One hit the man on the right in the stomach. He promptly fell to the ground clutching his stomach in agony.
Wilders approached the wounded man cautiously, kicking the would-be assassin's pistol aside along the way. "What is the meaning of this?" he growled as he pointed his pistol down at the man.
The wounded man lifted his head up weakly. "De Bie" he sputtered out. "He wanted to have any opposition eliminated before he reached Nieuw Breda."
Suddenly, Wilders's movie was interrupted by a news flash. "We have received reports" said the anchorman "that a Indonesian Aeroforce jet carrying Australian President Hendrikus De Bie has been shot down en route to Nieuw Breda."
Wilders smirked. "Looks like your boss got eliminated first" he said as he emptied his last round into the would-be assassin's head.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:50:21 GMT
Kra Isthmus May 5, 2015
Captain Fredrik Otten fired wildly as bullets whizzed all around him. The smell of burnt metal filled the air as RAF aircraft dropped bombs on landships.
Things had gone horribly wrong for Otten and the rest of his army. During the past month, they had been pushed out of Burma and towards the British forces in Malaya. The massive influx of troops from India had upset the balance.
Now, they had found themselves squeezed between the British Army forces in Burma and Malaya. The Indonesians had initially made good progress in the latter region, but were now bogged down just a few miles north of Kuala Lumpur.
To make matters worse, the invasion of New Guinea had opened up a new front, siphoning men away from Malaya.
How the hell did we let these darkies get the better of us? though Otten as he looked in the direction of the enemy. The forces they had faced so far consisted overwhelmingly of Indians, Malays, and Burmese.
As Otten stopped to reload, a bullet hit him in the left temple. Several hundred feet away, an Indian sniper smirked as he watched Otten topple over dead.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:50:38 GMT
Ohio Country, Pennsylvania May 8, 2015
Corporal Jason Woodward stared at the row of dark grey one-story buildings as he and the rest of the Canadian POWS were offloaded from the bus.
"Welcome, my friends, to Camp 222" said a rather cheery-looking man in uniform. "I am Chief Camp Counselor Ernest Cavanaugh."
"To tell the truth, after what you've been doing to our cities, we oughtta just put you down like animals instead of just taking you prisoner. But instead, we are giving the deserving among you-those sufficiently Anglo-Teutonic-a chance to atone for your sins and join our glorious society."
"Here, we will go to work molding you into a form capable of and willing to serve America. Your old lives will be totally forgotten as you face your futures as loyal, productive American citizens. If you're lucky, you might even be allowed back on the battlefield on the side of America."
"I will warn you, it will be just a tiny bit unpleasant at first-as we purge you of sinful thoughts and replace those with pure, Christian, American thoughts. But the end result will be more than worth it."
Woodward's stomach turned as he and his captive comrades were marched off. He knew very well what the counselor was talking about...
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:50:56 GMT
Moscow, Muscovite Confederacy May 9, 2015
Muscovite President Arkady Petrov stared at the photo of the sinking American battleship. "So" he said "this strange new nation has been sinking American ships left and right."
Admiral Grigori Demichev nodded. "It seems impropable that NUSA's might navy could suffer such terrible blows" he said.
Petrov nodded. "And here our 'navy' rusts away in port" he said. "Most of our 'sailors' have never even set foot on a warship."
"We have a tiny bit of fuel" said Demichev. "Perhaps we can send one of our submarines out to make contact with this 'Royal Navy'."
"Are you sure?" asked Petrov. "It sounds rather risky."
"It is still less risky than traveling to Britain by air or land" replied Petrov.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:51:47 GMT
HMS Hotspur The North Sea May 10, 2015
So far, it was another normal patrol for Captain Zachary Jackson. His ship was creening for HMS Prince of Wales, which was currently launching airstrikes on bases in NUSA-controlled Norway.
Suddenly, Executive Officer Justin McCord entered the bridge. "Sir, our Westminster helicopter has spotted what looks like a submarine approaching our fleet" he said.
"Is it an American submarine?" asked Jackson.
"No sir" replied McCord. "As a matter of fact, they're flying a white flag."
"Let's go check this out then" said Jackson. "But if they try anything funny, we'll sink them."
30 minutes later, they had intercepted the submarine. The ship looked to be very old and dilapidated, definitely not in any shape to fight a war.
The sub's captain emerged from the conning tower and began waving his arms. Jackson directed the Westminster to pick him up. A few minutes later, the sub commander was standing face-to-face with Jackson on the bridge.
"Greetings" said the sub captain in a Russian accent "I am Commander Rodion Zadornov of the Muscovite Navy."
"Captain Zachary Jackson of the Royal Navy" replied Jackson. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"So" said Zadornov "You're the folks who've been bringing so much grief to the Americans."
Jackson nodded. "Indeed."
"The Muscovite Confederation has been observing your war against NUSA for a while and is interested in an alliance" said Zadornov. "If you could deliver our message to Britain, we would be pleased."
"We'll get it to London as soon as we can" said Jackson.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:52:34 GMT
Scapa Flow, Scotland, United Kingdom May 12, 2015
"So, this is the Karelia" said Captain Jackson as he looked at the submarine in drydock.
"Indeed" said Zadornov. "She may not look like much, but this ship has quite a history. She was laid down in 1960, and entered service in 1962. During our last war with Turkey, Karelia sunk several Turkish warships in the Black Sea. She became the most decorated warship of the Russian Navy."
Zadornov's voice grew more solemn. "When war broke out between Russia and the rest of Europe in 1974, Karelia was on patrol in the Baltic. She sank two Prussian battleships before returning to port in Murmansk." He took a deep breath. "Most of the Russian navy was annihilated in port by the nuclear strike on St. Petersburg. Murmansk became the gathering point for most of the surviving warships."
"When the Muscovite Confederacy coalesced from Russia's European territory, all of the surviving ships in Murmansk were declared to be its navy."
"What sort of ships do you have, anyway?" asked Jackson.
"Nothing really significant" replied Zadornov. "Besides Karelia, we have 18 submarines, 12 destroyers, three cruisers, and one aircraft carrier. All of them are upwards of 40 years old. They've almost never left port, as fuel is extremely hard to come by. Even if we did have fuel, we'd still be no match for the American Navy."
Jackson nodded. "You obviously took a big risk in contacting us" he said. "I'll make sure your alliance offer makes it to Whitehall. In the meantime, why don't we fix up this sub of yours? We could always use more fighting ships."
"That would be great" replied Zadornov.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:52:57 GMT
Scapa Flow, Scotland, United Kingdom May 12, 2015
Execute Officer Fyodor Duntov dug into his spaghetti with relish. He had never eaten such a plentiful meal in his life.
"Enjoying your meal?" asked Able Seaman Charles Burton.
"Oh, certainly" replied Duntov.
"From what I've heard of your country, I bet few people get to eat that well" said Burton.
Duntov nodded. "Indeed, most Muscovite citizens live a hand-to-mouth existence. Many live without running water or electricity. Modern healthcare is very expensive and hard to find. The average lifespan in our nation is a meager 45 years" he said.
"That sounds like a harsh existence" replied Burton.
"It is" replied Duntov. "But at least we can console ourselves that our society and government is nowhere near as fucked up as NUSA."
"Amen brother" replied Burton. "Now, what would you like for dessert?"
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:53:23 GMT
HMS Prince of Wales The North Sea May 14, 2015
Captain Nigel Walton watched Scapa Flow recede into the distance. Accompanying his ship was HMS Indomitable, HMCS Courageux, and their respective battle groups.
There was a good reason for bringing along Courageux and her group. The Royal Navy was planning to neutralize the American fleet stationed at Malmö, as a favor to their new Russian allies. They were getting much closer to American land-based air power and needed all the planes and escorts they could get.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:55:56 GMT
HMS Prince of Wales The North Sea, south of Kristiansand May 15, 2015
Captain Walton was rising from his bunk when enemy aircraft were picked up on the RDF. Immediately, 25 Rapiers were launched from Prince of Wales's flight deck, accompanied by 22 Typhoons from Indomitable and 27 Typhoons from Courageux.
The American strike consisted of 40 A-82s escorted by 17 F-99s. The Anglo-Canadian fighters went in for the kill. The ensuing melee claimed 28 A-82s and 10 F-99s in exchange for 10 Rapiers and 21 Typhoons.
After getting through the gauntlet of fighters, the Americans next faced the screening destroyers. Eleven A-82s were blasted out of the sky by anti-air missiles. The last remaining A-82 homed in on Prince of Wales and dropped one 500 kg iron bomb. The bomb punched through her forward starboard elevator and exploded in the hangar.
The explosion happened just as Prince of Wales was preparing more fighters. A massive fire flared up among the parked aircraft. Damage controls immediately sprung into action, spraying foam on the growing inferno.
To the American pilot, Lieutenant Derek Canning, it looked for sure that the carrier was doomed as smoke billowed from her hangar. As he turned back towards Oslo, he radioed command "Scratch one flattop."
On Prince of Wales, however, the crew was not yet ready to give up the fight. Captain Walton was still belting out orders on the flight deck as sailors rushed back and forth with hoses and fire extinguishers. The surviving Rapier pilots were re-directed to Indomitable and Courageux while HMS Hotspur pulled alongside to assist with fire-fighting operations. Finally, after three-and-a-half hours, the fires were declared under control. Prince of Wales had survived, but the Americans had still managed to inflict dreadful damage. 195 crew were killed, with a further 400 injured. Rear Admiral Morton transferred his flag to Indomitable as Prince of Wales limped back to Scapa Flow. The two remaining carriers pressed on with the strike, launching the first Typhoons... Malmö, Scandinavian Territory
The NUSN fleet in Malmö consisted of the battleship NUSAS Winston Churchill, the aircraft carrier NUSAS Lewis Cass, seven cruisers, 11 destroyers, 13 frigates, and eight auxiliary ships. They were there for the specific purpose of keeping the Muscovite fleet bottled up. That would come to an end today.
The first wave of 32 Typhoons met 25 defending F-99s. 8 Typhoons were downed in exchange for 15 F-99s. The remainder pressed on to the harbour.
Churchill and Cass were the obvious targets. Cass was hit by no less than seven bombs and three missiles, causing massive fires from stem to stern. Churchill received five bombs. One bomb penetrated her citadel and exploded in her engine room, ruining her turbines.
The cruisers Vigilant and Pragmatic were both crippled by bomb hits to their engine rooms. Six destroyers and four frigates were also totaled by bombs and missiles.
The second wave arrived fifteen minutes after the departure of the first, consisting of 28 Typhoons and 18 Rapiers-the latter being "refugees" from Prince of Wales, Churchill was hit by five missiles and two bombs. The blazing Cass was hit by five more missiles, adding to the growing inferno. Three cruisers, four destroyers, and six frigates were also targeted by the British pilots. Once again, American pilots tried frantically to defend the harbour, shooting down two Rapiers and four Typhoons in exchange eight out of 11 F-99s. The majority of aerial victories were scored with the British fighters' 20mm cannons, due their being loaded with anti-ship ordnance.
When the British retreated, they left a total ruin behind them. American naval power in the Baltic now lied shattered.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:56:15 GMT
Shicagwai, Iowai May 16, 2015
"What do you mean Lewis Cass is a total loss?" snapped President Oswald. On the other end of the phone, Secretary Martinage groaned. "Her engines and catapult machinery are both completely trashed" he replied. "On the bright side, an Aeroforce pilot reported sinking one enemy carrier."
"What's his name?" asked Oswald.
"Derek Canning" replied Martinage.
"I'll make sure he gets rewarded" said Oswald. "In the meantine, we gotta do something about the attrition being inflicted upon our navy."
"We have two carriers in the reserve fleet-NUSAS Delaware and NUSAS Jethro Powell-that can be brought back into service right away" said Martinage. "The rest may take some time to get back to battle-worthy condition."
"Well, get it done" said Oswald.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:56:49 GMT
Waterford, Ireland May 20, 2015
Mary Robinson walked down the street, bag of candy in hand. The former President of Ireland had been in London when the event happened. Now, she was back on the Emerald Isle.
Robinson had joined other Irish expatriates in humanitarian efforts in British-occupied Ireland, for both the native Irish and American colonists. While the Irish had been very grateful, the Americans weren't so appreciative. It was only the effort of British military police that kept the Americans from lashing out at the "transported" Irish.
Robinson spotted a scruffy-looking brown-haired boy trudging along the sidewalk. Gingerly, she took a chocolate bar from her bag and offered it to the boy. "Would you like some sweets?" she asked. The boy nodded eagerly as he took it from her hand and walked away.
Suddenly, a group of children accosted the boy. "Why did you accept candy from that Inferior hag?" shouted one of them. One of them punched the boy to the ground, and they then began stomping him mercilessly as Robinson watched in horror.
Finally, after several minutes a patrolling British soldier took notice and fired his sidearm in the air, causing the children to scatter. Unfortunately, by that point there was nothing that could be done for their victim.
My God thought Robinson. Even the children are insane in this world.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:57:42 GMT
Newport, Rhode Island May 22, 2015
Secretary Martinage watched as NUSAS Delaware lurched out of the harbor. The old carrier, launched in 1960, was undergoing sea trials to check her seaworthiness.
Delware had quite a history. She was the first nuclear-powered aircraft carrier in the world, and before the advent of the Biffle class, the largest warship ever built. During the American invasion of the British Isles, Delaware's aircraft had conducted ground strikes on warlords resisting the Americans. She had also been on hand for the subjugation of the Caribbean and the invasion of Peru. During the latter years of her life, Delaware had served as a training carrier for new NUSN pilots. She had been decommissioned on New Year's Eve, 2014. However, the loss of four carriers over the past four months had left the Navy scrambling for replacements. With the launch of NUSAS William R. Sims-the NUSN's first new carrier in a decade-delayed by Canadian bombing, the Navy was forced to bring old carriers out of mothballs.
"It's nice to see the old girl back in action" said President Oswald, who was standing next to him on the pier.
"Yeah" replied Martinage. "It's a shame about the circumstances, though."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 18:59:42 GMT
Halifax, Nova Scotia May 25, 2015
Theodore Cole-Bradley, President of the United States Government in Exile, stared in dismay at the scene before him.
USS Arizona lied smoldering in her dock, the underside of her bow touching the seabed. Smoke rose from multiple bomb holes in her superstructure. The ship that had escaped the Second American Civil War in the 1930s and served her adopted country with pride in WW2 was now a shattered hulk.
"Why the hell would they do this?" he asked. Halifax mayor Ronald Angleton shook his head. "They obviously mistook her for an active-duty ship" he replied. "They did the same to Vimy Ridge". Across the harbor, HMCS Vimy Ridge lied partially capsized, the visible portions of her flight deck full of holes.
Bradley did his best to fight back tears. "They destroyed our link to the old America" he said.
"I'm pretty sure she's salvageable, Mr. President" replied Angleton. "But that will have to wait a bit. We have a war to fight."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:00:07 GMT
Shicagwai, Iowai May 28, 2015
"Good evening, Doctor" said President Oswald as he walked into the office of Dr. Jonathan Allan, the head of the American Virology Institute.
"Good evening Mr. President" replied Dr. Allan. "What do you want?"
"About the Scottish Flu" said Oswald. "I know you have a few samples of the virus stored. Perhaps you can turn them over to the government?"
"For what?" asked Dr. Allan.
"A bioweapon" said Oswald "to destroy the Satanic forces fighting against us."
Dr. Allan gasped. "You're turning to germ warfare now?" he asked.
Oswald held his hand up. "No, not yet" he replied. "We haven't reached that threshold yet. I just want to have something ready when we do."
Dr. Allan nodded. "Yes sir" he said. "I'll see what we can do."
Oswald smiled. "Thank you doctor" he said. "You are a true patriot."
As Oswald turned to leave, Dr. Allan sat at his desk and reached for a bottle of whiskey. Why do I have the feeling that this is only gonna make things worse? he thought to himself as he poured a shot and drank it.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:00:36 GMT
Scapa Flow, Scotland, United Kingdom May 30, 2015
William Wilson watched as HMS Formidable exited the dry dock. He had been relieved of command while the ship was undergoing repairs and would be staying behind while she sailed out under a new commanding officer.
Wilson turned his attention to HMS Prince of Wales, which was currently in the dock next to the one formerly occupied by Formidable. Word of her ordeal had spread like wildfire in the Royal Navy. Her commanding officer, Nigel Walton, had been awarded the George Cross for his actions during the crisis. According to the crew, when asked if he would give the order to abandon ship, he replied "Not a chance in hell! We will get her back home if we have to row Viking-style."
Wilson couldn't help but salute as he walked past the ship.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:00:59 GMT
Portsmouth, England, United Kingdom May 30, 2015
The sailors filed onto the massive ship one by one. She had originally been scheduled to be commissioned in July, but the extraordinary circumstances and the risk of air attack on the shipyard had prompted the Admiralty to fast-track her entry into service.
The ship's first commanding officer stepped up to the podium. "Today" said Captain Stanley Carson "We welcome the resurrection of a famous name in Royal Navy history. Welcome, boys, to the HMS Illustrious."
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:01:21 GMT
London, United Kingdom May 31, 2015
Prime Minister Ranganathan stared intently at the American news video on the TV screen.
The video in question was very disturbing. It showed a NUSA helicopter spraying jellypet on village, along with American soldiers killing villagers in cold blood. All the while, the newscasters were very blase about the atrocities shown, describing them as simple counter-insurgency actions.
"Anyone know why the Americans are doing this?" asked Ranganathan.
"It's simple" said General Edmund Lane. "NUSA knows they're losing Ireland, so they're committing genocide against the Irish population in the region they still control, to keep the Irish from reclaiming the island after they're gone."
Ranganathan clenched his fist. "These people keep sinking lower all the time" he hissed.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:31:05 GMT
Nieuw Breda, Indonesia June 1, 2015
Geert Wilders stared at the ceiling of the cell from his bed. Despite the clear evidence that the five intruders in his home had come to kill him, the Indonesian government had arrested him and charged him with their murders.
Wilders knew he had no country now. The "alien" Australians had overrun all of the Republic of Australia's remaining territory on New Guinea. There was no one to give him diplomatic immunity, no one to bail him out, no home to go back to. It had all been destroyed by that fool De Bie. The event may have taken most of it away, but De Bie had finished the job with his attempts to exploit the situation to gain power. The Republic of Australia, the country he had cherished ever since its independence, was no more.
It was all too much for Wilders to handle. So, he fashioned a noose from his bedsheets and tied it to a light fixture. Several minutes later, prison guards found his body hanging limply from the ceiling.
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Post by silentrunner on Jul 30, 2017 19:31:28 GMT
New York City, New York June 16, 2015
"Today marks a very dark anniversary in American history" said President Oswald to the crowds assembled on the ruined streets. "Today, the Godly patriots Alexander Hamilton and John Adams were brought down by mobs of traitors."
"You are all familiar with the story of Hamilton and Adams. They tried to make this country great. They tried to strengthen America from within. They took the fight to the detestable French and their Spanish lackeys. And what thanks did they get? Traitors taking over the city and sentencing the patriots to death! And thus our great nation was splintered for a century and a half."
"The tragedy of June 16 shows the dangers of dissent from within. Which is why we're broadcasting the mass execution of 214 dissidents, one for every year that has passed since that terrible day." Oswald stepped away to reveal a crowd of people cowering behind him. A helicopter came into view and began dropping napalm on the prisoners. All 214 prisoners died screaming and flailing as the flames consumed their flesh.
"Let this be a lesson" said Oswald over the sounds of screaming "to all of those who conspire to bring us down from within."
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